Day 4 song day-fic based on no good by kate voegele
Rating teen (let me know if you think it should be more, not all that good at this rating stuff)
I never feared the unexpected
Till I found myself in this peculiar place
Unaware of where I was headed
Turns out it was your footsteps I had chased
Roy woke up unawares of where he was, well he was in a bed, that much he knew, and it was quite comfortable and warm. It was the warmest he'd been in a long time since starting the hunt for the his other self, the real Roy, Roy 1, Roy prime, whatever you wanted to call him.
He remembered being in the bar and he was vaguely remembering following some dancing girl weaving through the mass of grinding gyrating people, but after that he didn't know where he was headed, he doesn't remember much after about 7 shots. It was a blur of wild black hair and that green kimono style dress that clung to every inch of her glorious- oh god he'd slept with Cheshire he remembered the black thigh highs and that green kimono. He remembers how it fell in a silk puddle around her feet, her hand roaming over his chest as they continued this dance of sorts throughout the night.
Her footsteps pad lightly on linoleum in the apartment, in where he guessed the kitchen was, they're almost too quiet, she'd been trained to step lightly and he wouldn't hear them if he wasn't trained to her the slight crackle of her feet peeling off it.
He was apprehensive about what to do next. Sure he'd had one night stands before, with his good looks and bad habits, it would have been almost impossible not to by this point. To be honest it was a miracle he hadn't had anyone come to his door with a kid ( yet). But he was in the house of an assassin who had frequently tried to kill him and his friends, seriously it was like a biweekly thing.
Well I should know so much better than this
But you've occupied the center of my universe
I'm moving in reverse
Under your mighty curse
I hate myself for loving you
I turn my head away
But my heart will remain
Till the day I learn you're no good for me
He knows he should have left by now it's been nearly 3 days, they've been holed up in this apartment for days, he hadn't even checked in with his friends. He knows he should have been long gone, their tryst forgotten, but there was something about her. And the longer he stayed the more he discovered it wasn't just for the sex, I mean that was great, but the more time he spent with her the more he realized that grinning mask hid her emotions, but allowed her to still show them because they were hidden, the flirting, the confidence, were all just for show.
He leaves about a week after on a call from the league, so does she but it's a different league and they are both reminded of how wrong this is. The have to listen to their heads, and their heads are telling them their hearts are stupid. They see each other at the battle, they're on different sides, but their fight ends up looking like some kind of tango, passionate, and rapidly moving, getting close enough to kill, but neither of them taking any action.
He throws himself into the search for Roy trying to forget her, hoping his self-loathing could erase her memory from his brain, but his brain keeps moving back to that night, it's like that memory has been engraved in his skull like some kind of curse, doomed to repeat.
It's illogical and it's outrageous
The way I let you keep me hanging on
Your character is that contagious
I know I should have thought before I had done
I've gone and let my impulse be my guide
And on that note, I'll be defenseless for some time
His hunt for her took precedence over his hunt for the original Roy. Her smug grin when she knew all the things he didn't, the grin he could picture under her mask when they fought, the fact that she knew she could kill him then and there or whenever she wanted because he could never hurt her. This impulsive hunt had guided him to her apartment, when gave up for the night he stumbling into his home, he found her sitting on his couch. All her guards were down, she had a glass of bourbon in front of her, she wasn't wearing a mask, just sitting there watching tv. She asked him where he'd been, claimed curiosity was killing her. He tried to bite back with a witty curiosity killed the cat joke, but he noticed that it was just a hoodie she had on that she was wearing and that was to be the end of the witty rapport, with her wicked gaze locking into his eyes before she was kissing his neck, her hair tickled his neck as she took off his jacket.
Maybe relationship this wasn't such a bad idea, maybe it was and they'd rushed into this without thinking. A little impulsiveness on the field could get him killed, but this wasn't out on the field, yes he was, doing whatever this was with an assassin, and he knows she was wild enough to kill him in a second but she also had this refined elegance what he found invigorating, like she understood him.
At least the relationship wouldn't be compromised because of his other life.
I'm moving in reverse
Under your mighty curse
I hate myself for loving you
I turn my head away
But my heart will remain
Till the day I learn you're no good for me
There was no way their relationship would end well or last for very long, but even though everyone saw her as no good for him, he knew the truth, she was everything he needed, his perfect match, but their relationship was misunderstood. She was no good for him. He could live with that.
A/N: so here we go, day four I'm not doing too badly, remember to follow and/or favourite and if you'd be so nice as to drop a review that'd be lovely cheers. Thank you to the guest reviewer from a few days ago. Alright here's the disclaimer, I don't own young justice. I don't know where this Fic came from. Oh and if I ever forget to do the disclaimer please remind me. I'm more of a Koy shipper but I do like this ship and I was listening to this song earlier and I thought hey this could work? Let me know what you think, sorry for the long ass author's note I'm rambling